#kinda ..

[trustisaconstruct]

some whiteboard doodles i did with a friend a while ago .. idk why i didn't post them

[eldritchx]

Vanessa instructing Mike on how to patch her up if she gets hurt ....yhhtgg....uhmmmm

[charmac]

The two gender spectrums and the two sexuality spectrums

[circus-lion]

i do wonder why goose in 2023 had it on the spot as an answer that pomni is touch averse just for it to never come up in the show ..... it couldve been neat idk . kicks rock

[thechibiestdemon]

when I see a mutual out in the wild (a Tumblr post from a shared fandom/interest) and must alert them of my presence so they know that I'm always watching

[bakisensei]

She's in the middle of patching up his badly bruised hand (yet another obligatory teamwork routine, only this time she willingly offered herself to join Baki's team), when she brings it close to her mouth and places small, subtle kisses on his bloody knuckles, her tongue licking the open wounds and tasting his blood. He's lucky there's no one around for now.

She   has   a   knack   for   knocking   the   air   from   his   lungs.   Somewhere   between   “you   don't   have   to,”   and   “I   can   do   it   myself,”   Baki   lost   his   backbone   along   with   his   voice.   Thoughts   raced   through   his   mind,   but   none   of   them   made   it   to   his   mouth,   slipped   between   his   lips,   which   remained   parted,   just   slightly.

They   were   on   a   mission.   She   shouldn't   be   doing   this.   That   was   her   rule,   wasn't   it?   Unspoken,   but   apparent   nonetheless.   This   relationship   was   a   secret.   His   secret.   Theirs.

“The   others   will   be   back   soon,”   he   decides   on,   swallowing   away   his   stupor.   “You   shouldn't   do   that.”   He   flexes   his   fingers.   He   could   move   his   hands—she   wasn't   holding   them.   He   was   stronger.   Something   hot   wells   up   inside   him,   and   he   doesn't   want   to   move   his   hands.   Not   now.   Not   ever.

Baki   wants   to   kiss   her.   It   wouldn't   be   the   first   time   he's   rushed   at   her.   His   gaze   drops   to   her   lips,   chapped   and   sprinkled   with   sand,   Suna's   own   kind   of   tiny   kisses.

Blinking,   Baki   reluctantly   tugs   his   hands   free   from   hers.   “I   don't   get   you   sometimes,”   he   mutters,   brushing   his   thumb   over   ruddy   knuckles.   “Do   you   want   people   to   know   about   us   or   not?”

NINJA   ID   :   UNPROMPTED  ASK  . 

[iokyoruru]

saw something on main that made me cry